A Night in 1943


Scattered in the street

they lay like discarded leaves

on a spring night.

Bodies stacked high

reaching for the heavens above,

hoping God can hear

their silent cries.

They are alone now,

the slaughterers are gone,

but they keep each other company

as time goes on and on.

Their bodies join the earth

like the moon joins the sky

and while this tryanny goes on

more will join the pile. 


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